Have Wheels, Will Travel.

Discombobulated- almost an onomatopoeic description of how I felt this morning.

It sounded like a pleasant exercise for His Lordship and I to walk to Morningside for food shopping. Sometimes the local shop is found lacking in what ordinary non- students like to eat.

What we hadn't banked on was a persistent nippy west wind gusting to 35 mph blowing into our faces as we trudged uphill over the Meadows and Bruntsfield Links. It all seemed unusually tiring so that I arrived in Morningside with streaming eyes, fury at this never ending harsh spring, and a hairstyle all of my own.
I was glad to escape into a cafe and warm up with a strong cup of coffee.

His Lordship had to see a man about a dog and departed leaving me to shop and blip. As I left the shop with a loaded shopping bag and my rucksack slung over one shoulder in readiness for catching the bus home, I spied a workman's thick brown rubber glove lying in the middle of the pavement, looking for all the world as though there was a hand still in it. Regardless of the stares of passers by, I bent down to blip it , as you do if desperate enough, and my rucksack fell off knocking the hand that held the camera. Twice it happened until I gave in to the dynamics of the situation and shunted the bags far enough away to get a clear view. In the event it wasn't worth the effort.

To compound my discombobulation, the only heavy shower of the day so far arrived as I got off the bus. It lasted just long enough to see me home.

Make of this blip of desperation what you will.